Illustrated poems . ery field and tween the daylight and the dark Her busier toils were still, She told them wild and stirring tales Of Scotias old of the Bruce who bravely won, In evil times, the crown; Or sang, to rouse their patriot zeal. Some high, heroic stave;Or whisperd, through her swelling tears, Of their lost sisters grave; 122 THE SCOTTISH WEAVER. Or bade them duly, night and morn,Wheneer they knelt in prayer, To supplicate for Bessie dearTheir Gods protecting care. Yet joyous was the hour when shout and gambol fleet, Went bounding from the cottage door
Illustrated poems . ery field and tween the daylight and the dark Her busier toils were still, She told them wild and stirring tales Of Scotias old of the Bruce who bravely won, In evil times, the crown; Or sang, to rouse their patriot zeal. Some high, heroic stave;Or whisperd, through her swelling tears, Of their lost sisters grave; 122 THE SCOTTISH WEAVER. Or bade them duly, night and morn,Wheneer they knelt in prayer, To supplicate for Bessie dearTheir Gods protecting care. Yet joyous was the hour when shout and gambol fleet, Went bounding from the cottage doorThe approaching sire to greet. Who twice a month, from distant scenes Of weary toil and care,Walkd three times three long Scottish miles To spend his Sabbath there. And when, like lone and glimmering star, Across the heath he spiedThe rush-light in the window placed His homeward steps to guide, Methought a spirits wing was his. From all obstruction by his Jeanies side he sate. The wee things on his knee. i. Yet joyous was the hoxiT, when thevWlth shout, and gambol fleet, Went bounding from the cottage doorThe appioachin^ sire to greet THE SCOTTISH WEAVER. 123 There, while the humble fire of peat A flickering radiance threw,The oatmeal parritch had a zest The unloving never knew. And from the poor mans thrilling heart Such grateful praise they have never learnd to breathe Who never shared his woes. Once, when the hallowd day of rest Had passd serenely evening with its sober vail Encompassd earth and sky, Their cottage worship duly paid, While from the pallet near,The little sleepers breathing fell Like music on their ear, The faithful pair with kind discourse Beguiled the gathering shade,As fitful oer the darkend wall The blinking ingle playd. 124 THE SCOTTISH WEAVER. Then Jeanie many a soothing word To Willies heart addressd,Her head upon his shoulder laid, His arm around her pressd. Much of their bairnies weal she spake, And with confiding airIncited
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